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Pro. To have no screen between this part he ] From my own library, with volumes that

play'd

And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!-my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties

He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,

To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) To most ignoble stooping.

Mira. O, the heavens!

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then If this might be a brother.

Mira. I should sin

[tell me,

To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro. Now the condition.

This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he in lieut o' the premises,-
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,-
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open [ness,
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of dark-
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira. Alack, for pity!

I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,t
That wrings mine eyes.

Pro. Hear a little further.

And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this Were most impertinent.

Mira. Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench;

[story

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they pre-
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, [pared
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!

Pro. O! a cherubim [smile, Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Infused with a fortitude from heaven, [salt; When I have deck'ds the sea with drops full Under my burden groan'd; which raised in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue.

Miru. How came we ashore?
Pro. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Master of this design,) did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his
gentleness,

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
* Thirsty.
Consideration. ↑ Suggestion.
! Sprinkled,
Stubborn resolution.

I prize above my dukedom.
Mira. 'Would I might
But ever see that man!
Pro. Now I arise:-

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here [fit Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more proThan other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, Sir,

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?

Pro. Know thus far forth.

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now, my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here cease more ques
tions;

Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not
choose.-
[Miranda sleeps.
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come.

Enter ARIEL.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail!
I come

To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding
Ariel, and all his quality.
[task

Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade Ari. To every article. [thee? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame diɛtinctly, [precursors

Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary [cracks And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Nep[tremble, Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves Yea, his dread trident shake.

tune

Pro. My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilt Would not infect his reason?

Ari. Not a soul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel. [dinand,

Then all a fire with me: the king's son, Fer-
With hair up-staring (then like reeds,not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is
And all the devils are here.

Pro. Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?
Ari. Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd;

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On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st

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corax,

For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she
did,

They would not take her life: Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, Sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,

And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my
slave,
[vant,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her ser-
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine
By help of her more potent ministers, [thee,

* Bermudas. + Wave. Algiers. Commands.

And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou did'st vent thy
[island,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this
(Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human shape.

groans,

Ari. Yes; Caliban her son.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts

Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari. I thank thee, master.

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till [oak,
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari. Pardon, master:

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.

Pro. Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble master!

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do. Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible [sea; To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.

[Exit Ariel, Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept Awake! [well; Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on;

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.

Mira. "Tis a villain, Sir,

I do not love to look on.
Pro. But, as 'tis,

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! slave, Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business
for thee:
Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter ARIEL, like a Water-Nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

[Exit.

Ari. My lord, it shall be done. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

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As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more Than bees that made them.

[stinging

Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,

Thou strok'st me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me

Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd
thee,

And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile;

Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king: and here you

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Pro. Abhorred slave;

Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour [vage, One thing or other: when thou didst not, saKnow thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like

A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race,

Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures

Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. [on't Cal. You taught me language; and my profit Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid * For learning me your language! [you,

Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, maIf thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly [lice? What I command, I'll rack thee with old

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Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

[dispersedly.

[dispersedly.

The watch-dogs bark:
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer,
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth?

It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
This music crept by me upon the waters;
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
Or it hath drawn me rather :-But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

ARIEL sings.

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls, that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. [Burden, ding-dong, Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd

father:

This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes:*-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye ad-
And say, what thou seest yond'. Ivance

Mira. What is't? a spirit?

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, Sir,
It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit.
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and
hath such senses
[seest,
As we have, such: This gallant which thou
Was in the wreck; and but he's something
stain'd
[call him
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find them.
Mira. I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.

Pro. It goes on,

[Aside. [free thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess [prayer On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: My prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid, or no?

As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'l Within two days for this.

Mira. No, wonder, Sir; But, certainly a maid.

Fer. My language! heavens !

I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro. How! the best? [thee? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me; And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king, my father, wreck'd.

Mira. Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke And his brave son, being twain. [of Milan, Pro. The duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could controlt thee,

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If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first sight

Aside. They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good Sir; I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. [This Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclined my way!

Fer. O, if a virgin,

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Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel. Mira. Be of comfort;

My father's of a better nature, Sir,

Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Which now came from him.

Pro. Thou shalt be as free

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you As mountain winds: but then exactly do

The queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, Sir; one word more.They are both in either's powers: but this swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

[Aside. Make the prize light.-One word more; charge thee,

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't."

Fer. No, as I am a man.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
If the ill spirit have so fair an house, [temple:
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Pro. Follow me.-
[To Ferd.
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and
husks,

Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
Fer. No;

I will resist such entertainment, till

Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws.

Mira. O dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful.*

Pro. What, I say,

My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy

conscience

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All points of my command.
Ari. To the syllable.

Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him.
[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

Gon. 'Beseech you, Sir, be merry: you have

cause

(So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, [cle, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miraI mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good Sir, Our sorrow with our comfort. [weigh Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir,

Seb. One :

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Gon. When every grief is entertained, that's Comes to the entertainer

Seb. A dollar.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you purposed.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.

Gon. Therefore, my Lord,

Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.

[tongue!

Gon. Well, I have done: But yet

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a

good wager, first begins to crow!

Seb. The old cock.

Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done: The wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,—

Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So, you've paid.

[ble,

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessi

Seb. Yet,

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not miss it.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.*

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. [sweetly.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. [life.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to
Ant. True; save means to live.

» Temperature.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks?
how green?

Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Seb. With an eyet of green in't.
Ant. He misses not much.

[totally. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed lmost beyond credit)—

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness, and glosses; being rather new dyed, than stain'd with salt water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, he lies?

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis
bow'd,

As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt,
He came alive to land.

Alon. No, no, he's gone.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this
great loss;
[daughter,
That would not bless our Europe with your
But rather lose her to an African;
Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. You were kneel'd to, and impórtun'd
otherwise

By all of us; and the fair soul herself
Weigh'd, between loathness and obedience, at
Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have
lost your son,

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Clári-More widows in them of this business' making, bel to the king of Tunis. Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's

Seb. "Twas a sweet marriage, and we pros-Your own. per well in our return.

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? good lord, how you take it!

Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Gon. This Tunis, Sir, was Carthage.
Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

[harp. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Seb. He hath raised the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next?

Seb. I think, he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands. Gon. Ay?

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.
Gon. Is not, Sir, my doublet as fresh as the
first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's
marriage?
[against
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears,
The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never
Married my daughter there! for, coming
thence,

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee!

Fran. Sir, he may live;

I saw him beat the surges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
The surge most swoln that met him: his bold
head

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

• Rank + Shade of colour. * Degree or quality.

Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
Gon. My lord Sebastian,

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good Sir, When you are cloudy.

Seb. Foul weather?

Ant. Very foul.

Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle,my lord,-
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.
Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

[do?
Gon. And were the king of it, What would I
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by con-

traries

Execute all things: for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; no use of service,
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,
Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard,
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: [none
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too; but innocent and pure :
No sovereignty:-

Seb. And yet he would be king on't.—
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth
forgets the beginning.
[produce

Gon. All things in common nature should
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,"
Would I not have; but nature should bring
forth,

Of its own kind, all foizon,† all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and
knaves.
[Sir,

Gon. I would with such perfection govern,
To excel the golden age.
Seb. 'Save his majesty!

Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

Gon. And, do you mark me, Sir?

Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing. Ant. 'Twas you we laughed at.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am

* The rack.

+ Plenty.

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